Do you really think that life-giving bliss,
The driving hunger of eurythmic atoms,
Will abort the molecules in motion
At the time when our flesh becomes putrid?!
No! This radial light that burns Being,
To perpetuate a victorious Species,
Tragically, even after we decease,
Inside the bones – goes on – keeps on – burning!
Deaf from abuses and offenses,
Our fleshless carcasses,
Convulsing and contorting the core,
Exhaling sulfuric gases from the tomb,
With the fresh lust of new bones,
Will yet press together more!
Augusto dos Anjos (1884 - 1914) Brazil
Translated by Daniel Vianna
Source: Zócalo Poets
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